CHAPTEREIGHT
I kicked Megan’s left leg. “Wake up!”
It had been an hour since our kidnapper had left.
And the woman was still out.
I kicked her again. “Megan, wake up!
She could be sleeping peacefully if the red mark around her neck didn’t look like it hurt so badly.
My eyes narrowed.
I pressed the tip of my shoe against the side of her throat where the mark was the angriest looking.
Then I pushed a little harder. “Wake up!”
Finally, she groaned.
That was something, at least.
“Megan! Open your damn eyes!”
Delicate blue eyes rimmed in thick black eyeliner peeked up at me. Her lashes fluttered as she stared. Then she complained with a yawn, “Do you really have to yell that loud?”
I was going to strangle her.
“We need to get out of here,” I growled. “Unless you’ve forgotten we’ve been kidnapped by someone who likes to slice up bodies and steal souls?”
Black brows lifted. “He’s a soul thief, huh?”
“You know about magic? It’s actually real?” My head cocked.
Her blink was gradual. “Fuck, you’re gullible.”
“Just get off the floor,” I grumbled. “We need to untie each other so we can use our hands. Whatever the hell this enclosure is, it’s not very sturdy. I think I moved it when I tried kicking the door earlier.”
Megan rolled to her side, groaning at the ache in her arms. She glanced to each glass wall and then beyond it to the freak show. “What the hell are those? That asshole’s playthings?”
“I’m trying to ignore them.” I jerked my head at her. “Come on. I think we only have a few hours before the ‘master’ gets here.”
“But is the dick still here?”
“I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I heard that ancient train take off.”
“Okay,” she muttered, hissing as her muscles protested while she got to her feet. Megan wiggled in place and stretched her back, staring up at me, her eyes narrowing in thought. “How are we going to do this? You’re a whole lot taller than I am.”
I kicked my heels off to remove a few inches. “I’ll have to bend down. Now turn around.”
We placed our backs together.
I had to bend far down.
“I’m not sure how long I can hold this position. And I can’t stay like this and work on your rope. Get mine undone first, then I’ll work on yours.”
“Easy,” she mumbled. “I know ropes.”
True to her word, my legs were not even shaking in exhaustion by the time my hands were free.
